My name is Angela.
I am a 31 year old psych and criminology graduate, but I’d rather not diagnose you. I am a cuddle-slut. I can recite the entire script of The Princess Bride, (including accents) and believe that the meaning of life is contained within. Polyanna, Snap.com commercials, and Oprah ‘reunion shows’ make me cry. I consider myself a good wife but a lousy housekeeper. I love being a mother but don’t like children. I can whistle and hum at the same time, but I cannot touch my toes. I am an expert in both listening and talking. I look really good in orange. I am a writer. I kick ass in Gin, Hearts, and Cribbage but I don’t understand Canasta or Bridge. I can be heard singing broadway numbers from my shower, and have dressed up as a viking princess, (complete with aluminum foil breast plate) The Phantom of the Opera, and a Ghostbuster for Hallowe’en. I have a bird named Bean. I have a brother named Adam. They are not related.
I like vanilla body lotion, almond butter, saunas, Jim Carrey, broccoli, pets, TheOnion.com, Muppets, Kevin Smith, Corel dishes, dry erase white-boards, Barenaked Ladies, Philosophy, the letter J, Harry Potter, picture frames, swimming, quilting, Michael Moore, genealogy, Raggedy Anne, tacky 50’s tchotchke, ‘Idiot’s Complete Guide To’ books, tweezers, feather pillows, polar dips, aquariums, cooking, Martin Luther King Jr., and Dr. Pepper.
I don’t like meat, gossips, cooked carrots, American Idol, mosquitoes, sweating, politics, public washrooms, tardiness, tuition, hunting, pat answers, pick up lines, medical shows where children are hurt or sick, brown bananas, cliches, pine scented air freshener, Kevin Costner, bacon, candied apples, pro-wrestling, humidity, and hypocrisy.
Favourite books: Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal, Sick Puppy, Redeeming Love, The Red Tent, Not Wanted on the Voyage, Slaughterhouse V, The Chrysalids, The Chronicles of Narnia.
I am slightly neurotic. No I’m not. Yes I am.